Elaine made a lot of jelly last summer. There were batches of peach jam, strawberry jam, black raspberry jelly, and peach-blueberry jam. Oh, and I forgot grape jelly.
I guess I eat a fair amount of jelly. I usually have two slices of toast for breakfast and somehow, a generous portion of the jam du jour seems to find its way onto my crunchy bread.
If you asked me what my favorite jam was, I would probably say "peach." But I am awfully glad that Elaine made more varieties than just peach. Even the best tasting foods can old, if there is nothing available for a change.
It is variety that makes life interesting. My daughter believes that she could eat Macaroni and Cheese and Hot Dogs every day and never get tired of them, but I know that is not true.
It is far better to accept the variety that God has woven into our lives than to resist it. I may like peach jam a lot, but it is awfully nice to have a little grape jelly now and then too.
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